Thursday, July 15, 2004

I Am Smarter Than I Look

I am the middle of 3 daughters. My Dad is quite a nosey person by nature. My Mother once told me that while she and Dad were dating ( or whatever the ancient equivalent to that word was back in their day) her soon to be Mother-in-Law warned her of his nosiness. She went so far as to tell my Mom that if you try and hide something from him, he will find it. Better to be up front with him at all times.
 
That being established, I didn't move out of my Parent's home till way past the national average. ( Another post topic entirely) It was common place for all of the inhabitants of our home to weekly take their trash to the  big trash container located in the garage. It was then Dad’s job to make sure the trash got out for collection. One Saturday, after I had already emptied my trash into the garage receptacle, I went back into the garage for something. I discovered my Dad going meticulously through the bag I had deposited there. I quietly watched while he rummaged through the entire contents finding nothing worth keeping. Naturally I was offended. But it didn't take long for me to see how often he did this. So what I did from that day on was to leave notes in my trash for him to find. Things like: " sorry Dad! Nothing in this bag, try again real soon" or " not much to see in this bag, Dad". You get the point. I did this sporadically for a few months. He never mentioned finding the notes and I never asked him why he was going through my trash.
 
Fast forward to me finally leaving the Nest. I am making preparations to leave for a good job opportunity I am moving 3 States away. My Dad asked me if I wanted anything for a going away/housewarming gift I told him a stocked tool box would be a great idea. So I have now moved to my new place. I am pretty relaxed about unpacking everything I own right away. In fact  I envy those who are unpacked and settled within 12 hours of moving to a new place. That being said, it took me a week or so to use the tool box. When I opened it up and lifted out the tray I found hundreds of my trash notes bundled together with a letter from my Dad on top. The letter was an apology for not trusting me and a thanks to me for indulging his curiosity. The letter went on to say that he was real proud of the way I turned out and that he was well aware of the fact that if I were to do something he may disapprove of I certainly would have disposed of the evidence away from the house. I am  smarter than I look.
 
Takes one to know one, Dad


9 comments:

HotForSimon said...

Awww....dad is such a gem. Had you not talked about dildos the other day, I'd be tempted to send him the URL. ((SNORT)) But, then again, if he's still as nosey as you say he is...?????

Anonymous said...

What a great story!! My nosy father found my birth control pills in a similar way when I was 18. He didn't bother with the trash though, he went straight to my desk drawer! At least your dad waited for you to throw things away...LOL

-GirlDownTheStreet

Wicked H said...

He has paid the price in similar ways since the trash incident. I will save those stories for future posts.

Madcap said...

I love the new blog! You should have let me know you had one. :) I'll give you a link if you want, so all six of my users can find you.

Wicked H said...

Thanks Madcap. Sure, link away my friend.

Michael said...

But ... but .... but what was he looking for? {puzzled frown ... oh...damn...oh!... light bulb}

Anonymous said...

and i thought *my* dad was hard to deal with... you deserve a future of perfect privacy to make up for his "curiosity." On the plus side, the fact that he saved the notes and appreciated what a difficult position he was putting you in, is worth a lot.... (chuckles)

Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

And Dad is a psychiatrist or is it your mom who is one???

Wicked H said...

Dad. Mom is a lawyer.